The lost goddess

Barton calling

"Fucking tell me where it is or I'll rip all your teeth out!" Snarled the woman, painfully grasping Luca's face as he squirmed and cried on the chair. 

"I don't know, I don't know..." Sobbed Luca, trying to break free from the chains that bound him to the chair, and sobbing once more as the woman's hand collided with his face. 

"Don't lie, just tell me and I'll let you go." She hissed, a sadistic smirk taking over her features as she ran a cold finger down his cheek and jawline. 

"You won't, you won't..." Sobbed Luca, tensing as the blue-eyed woman scowled. 

He never should have slept with her, never should have chatted her up in that bar, never should have laughed as she giggled and flirted with him, cheekily running her finger up and down his bicep as they talked. He should have just passed her by like he did with every other woman. 

Why had she caught his eye? Why was she torturing him now? Why was she being dragged off...

Dragged off. 

The woman was being dragged away by two huge men, both at least seven-foot, and as she was she screamed and kicked and thrashed, cursing and hitting, and clawing at the men, screaming at him too to help her as another man released him. 

As the restraints were released, Luca fell to the floor, his gaze instantly shooting upwards to the man above him, his savior. 

"Thank you." Choked Luca, before falling dead as the bullet flew through his head. 

... ... ...

Sigyn fucking hated her life. 

Usually, she loved it, most of the time it was great. But right now, stuffed into the boot of a strangers car, gagged and bound and basically waiting to die, she couldn't argue that her life was a shitty mess. 

Once again she bashed against the roof of the car, earning another screaming insult and instruction to shut the fuck up from the three men in the main body of the car. She would kill them for this. 

No. 

She would slaughter them. 

She had spent hundreds of years perfecting the art of killing, perfecting the magic she possessed and would use to drain the life slowly and painfully from the three men, perfecting blocking out the pain and despair she used to feel when ending someone's life, and killing the men that had kidnapped her would be even easier than killing someone somewhat decent. 

Like the man at the warehouse. 

He was dead now, and that was good, but Sigyn had wanted to end him herself. 

One of HYDRA's old soldiers cast out from their ranks years ago and brainwashed to forget everything, including when he had tortured her and tried to kill her. He hadn't remembered her, or what he had done to her almost ten years ago, but that didn't mean Sigyn wasn't glad he was dead. 

Wincing slightly as the car hurtled over another speed bump at about 80mph, Sigyn once more hit the roof of the boot, her hands denting the metal ever so slightly, but not enough to aid her escape, before groaning quietly and crossing her arms over her chest. 

She had been looking forward to her evening, after killing the HYDRA agent that was, and she'd had a date, an actual one, organized for that night, with a nice parent she'd met at the school she worked at. He had come to see her about his son's history grades and had ultimately been charmed by her personality, and the fact that she was literally the most beautiful woman in the universe. And for some reason, Sigyn had taken a liking to the man, deciding that one date, maybe two, with him couldn't really hurt. 

Although, now, maybe it could. 

She had stood him up, and ruined any chance with him she'd had, and if she died now, she'd never get to explain why she'd not turned up. 

Though, that probably shouldn't have been near the top of her priority list. 

Sighing, Sigyn closed her eyes, knowing now that she stood no chance of escaping until the car had stopped, and curled into a small ball, resting on her side, her face staring towards the inside of the car. 

Which had been a terrible place to face, as the car suddenly came to a halt and her face painfully smashed into the side of the car. Instantly the scream left Sigyn's throat, her nose pouring blood into her mouth as it opened wide with the shriek, the bone within said nose jagged and broken, and aching far more than Sigyn would have liked. 

It hurt so much. 

And yet, the giant guards who picked her up, the faces foggy and fuzzy as Sigyn's pain clouded her gaze, didn't seem to care, especially as one of them slung her over his shoulder, causing her nose to smash into his back, causing her to scream out again. 

"Shut the fuck up." He snarled, clamping a large, calloused hand over her jaw, his fingers whacking her nose for the third time, causing another shriek to leave her, although this one was muffled by his palm. 

Tears welled in Sigyn's eyes as the giant man slowly wandered towards the small trapdoor sticking up from the ground, and sob after sob was escaping her mouth as blood continued to stream from her nose and across her face, yet the fear was now numbing the pain, and the overwhelming horror at what lived beneath the trapdoor was growing within her, and at this point Sigyn couldn't help but pass out, deciding it best to face the fear unconscious than know what was actually going on with her. 

... ... ...

"This is her, Sir." Stated Barton, gesturing to the unconscious Sigyn curled up on the floor.

He hadn't seen Sigyn in almost fifteen years when he had been on a mission and she had beat him to the ex-HYDRA target. He had threatened to kill her when she'd turned her bright gold eyes on him, but she had vanished without a second glance, almost as if she had never been there, save for the small, scruffy note she had left for him. 

It had begged him not to kill her, begged him not to come after her and just leave her be as she worked her way through HYDRA's soldiers, and Barton, instantly having a soft spot for the woman he had never met, had taken pity on her, and had kept her identity, and her note, a secret. But now, his boss, Loki, wanted a soldier, and he couldn't think of anyone better than the woman who the note had called Sigyn. 

"She looks familiar." Said Loki, gently prodding Sigyn with his spear, and carefully taking in every perfect feature of hers. 

Barton couldn't deny, even though he was happily married, that Sigyn was extremely beautiful, with her golden eyes, although they were hidden now, her onyx hair, and her almost translucent, porcelain skin, which contrasted beautifully to said midnight colored hair. She had the most perfect-looking body, with an hourglass frame and small, perfect breasts, and she wasn't too large or too small, rather, the perfect height and shape, with perfect features and perfect everything. 

Basically, she was perfect. 

"Wake her up." Snapped Loki, standing straight and stiff once more, his glare focused on Sigyn. 

"Yes Sir." Replied Barton, kneeling down beside Sigyn and carefully injecting a serum into her neck, one which should wake her up instantly. 

And it did. 

Suddenly, Sigyn jolted up, gasps and splutters escaping her plump, rosy lips, and her hands instantly shot to her nose, feeling for what had formerly been broken, jagged bones, but was now perfect once more, thanks to the magic within Loki. Once she had checked on her now fixed nose, her gaze carefully wandered across the rest of her healed, and freshly dressed body, a green and gold suit, having replaced her nearly see-through red dress, before allowing her gaze to shoot to Loki and Barton, her face dropping instantly as fear overtook her features. 

"Hello, Sigyn." Said Barton.